Mo Rao actually liked Fu Ying's domineering possessiveness because only at this moment could she feel that this man seemed to like her a little.
Even if he was only obsessed with her body.
Her clothes were all torn apart, and her soft breasts trembled slightly in the warm air. Fu Ying's fingers rubbed and fiddled with the pink nipples, continuously transmitting pleasure. She quickly felt that her lower body was wet.
Fu Ying's throat was hoarse and filled with teasing. "Be good and help me take off my clothes."
Mo Rao endured the weakness in her body and raised her slender and tender arm. Her fingertips unbuttoned Fu Ying's tie and shirt to help him take off his clothes bit by bit.
Fu Ying, on the other hand, kept playing with her chest. From time to time, he would lean down and suck on her breast. From time to time, he would spin around with the tip of his tongue. Just this alone made Mo Rao feel like she was about to die from pleasure!
